My journey as a single adoptive mom to two teenage boys who spent years in foster care and a toy dachshund puppy, a westie mix, and a shepherd mix. Some might consider our home a combination of homeless shelter, fraternity house, and humane society. I call it home.

He doesn't like to take care of himself. This includes both showering and brushing his teeth.

It is now Saturday night. The last time I DEFINITELY remember him showering was Tuesday. Wednesday if you count the baptism.

He smells.

Tonight I convinced him to shower. When he came back downstairs after the shower this is what he said, "Tonight I got in the shower and the water started hitting me. All of a sudden there was this horrible smell. I sniffed a few times and I realized it was coming off of me. I stink."

I couldn't help but laugh. Middle Boy immediately said, "I have been telling you that."

Hopefully this will cause a change in attitude about personal hygiene, because he does stink and the cologne cover up isn't cutting it anymore.